The cicada sat on the windward building, drinking wine while quietly looking at the sky.

The fact that the goddess has left Nanyi City is naturally impossible not to be known by many people.

Since Yao Ji left Nanyi City and did not return to Huangliang Shendu, then probably she could only go to heaven.

The cicada took a shallow sip of wine, thinking about the invisible things that might happen in the sky, but laughed softly.

This sword cultivator was thinking about an inconsequential matter.

For example, some people once wondered, why did the windward tower and the star picking tower be built so high?

The cicada probably has an answer at this point.

Very simple.

Because it's closer to heaven.

Although it is not much closer, how can the world know if it is because of the hundreds of zhang that it is closer, those emperors who stand in tall buildings and look up at the sky will know many more things than themselves?

The divine right of kings, the divine right of kings.

The cicada thought with a sigh and took a sip of the wine in the pot.

Although the Liuyun flavor wine was only tried at the beginning.

But there are a lot of Huai'an flavors.

Although the aging technique is not good, it is at least better than the bitter wine of Huangliang.

Probably the only downside is that it tastes a little light, like mixed with water, or just because it doesn't have enough vintage.

This Huangliang King of Chu was not so happy, but it was better to talk than nothing, put down the empty wine jug in his hand, summoned a close attendant, and said calmly: "Order Yin to come and see Gu." ”

The attendant departed.

The old Lord Ling Yin was about to meet with the ministers in the palace of the king of Chu at that time, dealing with government affairs, and the cold cicada did not go to the palace, which naturally did not mean that all things in Huangliang were wasted, especially in the territory of Congran, those witch armor sword corrections were confronting the demon clan from Bailu.

The cold cicada does not have a Sima, and there are many inconveniences in the coordination of natural armor.

Because of his old friend's return to the River Styx, Lord Lingyin, who was a little sad, looked even more old after working hard for days.

When he watched the old man who had not seen him for a long time trembling up to this hundred-foot tall building, he also had a trace of unbearable in his heart, stood on the edge of the railing and watched for a long time, took off the wide imperial robe on his body, put it on for the boss, and called the attendants, and ordered someone to build a small stove in the building - after all, the high-rise building was cold.

The cicada can not care, but the world probably can't care.

These actions of this King of Chu from the Liuyun Sword Sect naturally made Old Master Yin a little flattered, and he was silent for a while in the Windward Tower, and then knelt down silently.

"I don't know what the king's command is to call his ministers here?"

Han Cicada looked at Ling Yin for a long time, then turned back and said softly: "Get up, how is the battle in Cong Ran?" ”

Lord Ling Yin heard such a sentence that fell into practice, his mind settled down a little, and he didn't get up, he still knelt by the fireside of the small building, muttered a little, and said softly: "It's not optimistic, although the White Deer Demon Clan has fought several times south of Huai'an, plus the crossing of the sea, it is inevitable that there will be some losses, but it is just a matter of Cong Ran, but it is not only the matter of the White Deer Demons, the Huangliang Demon Clan, also rose up in response, thinking that the demon land demons of the Youhuang Mountain Range have been hidden in the world for a long time, and they have already instigated the demon clan in the territory, When the goddess was still in Huangliang before, it could be a little deterrent, but the king should also know that between humans and gods, there have been thousands of years of blind dates, but the demon clan does not, and the fear of gods and ghosts is even far less than the fear of such a northern emperor. After the goddess went north, those demon clans no longer had any scruples, and in the long run, it might only be a matter of time before Huangliang became a demon land....."

Han Cicada narrowed his eyes, he really never thought about these things, the matter of one place, naturally in terms of the matter of one place.

Huai'an demon matter, about the difference between it and Huangliang, Huai'an is prosperous after all, coupled with the existence of the Demon Emperor Shenhe, the human sword sect Cong Blade, although the demon clan rioted, but it was not a full-scale riot.

After all, the demon clan was under the shock of those sword cultivators, and flowed with the world for thousands of years.

But not sorghum.

Even the Hanging Courtyard is a major force in the world, but it can't convince the demon clan after all-the prime minister scolds his mother in the north, and the demon clan doesn't listen, let alone the south.

It took a long time before Han Cicada said slowly: "Qi Jingyuan, their sword abyss sword cultivators can't stop it?" ”

Ling Yin said softly: "After all, the cultivation of the sword momentum is too late, and it is far inferior to the cultivation of the sword intent in the north. ”

It is naturally not unreasonable that the way of sword intent in the world is prosperous and the way of sword power is declining.

Naturally, it is difficult to make a big thing.

For thousands of years in the world, there is only one person who has achieved great sword power in the sword grinding cliff and Muyu.

The Southern Emperor sighed softly, patted the guardrail, and said slowly, "So how does Lord Yin feel that the matter of the demon clan should be dealt with?" ”

The old man fell silent. After a long time, he said softly: "Today's plan, perhaps the only way is for the king to go to Nanyi in person, invite the goddess to return, rebuild the old friendship with the gods, raise witch armor again, bathe in divine power, and leave." ”

Han Cicada chuckled softly and said, "This is indeed the best solution, but Lord Yin may be disappointed." ”

Ling Yin looked up at the cicada standing by the railing, perhaps still thinking that such an emperor was still stubborn, and said softly: "The king must take the affairs of the world first, this time and that time, the affairs of people and gods may not be impossible to go on a blind date." ”

This four-fold sword cultivator from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect raised his head, looked at the peaceful heavenly firmament, and said lightly, "What if the goddess is no longer in the world?" ”

The old man looked at the emperor in disbelief who had brought the name of the king of Chu back to Huangliang after a thousand years.

"Your Majesty..... What does this mean? ”

Han Cicada smiled slightly, turned his head, looked at the stunned Lord Ling Yin, and said extremely gently.

"The goddess is dead, Lord Lingyin."

This seventy-year-old Great Chu Ling Yin was like a young man who had just seen the world, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he said eatingly: "Wang... The king does not want .... Joking. ”

Han Cicada withdrew his smile and said extremely calmly: "The king has no jokes. If Lord Yin doesn't believe it, he can go to the Shendu to find Lord Yin in March. ”

Ling Yin remembered that they had never seen the ugly-looking Liu March in the past few days, and the last time Ling Yin saw him was on the night Mr. Su died in the Hanging Courtyard.

"Why did Lord Yin go to Shendu in March?"

The cicada turned back and calmly lifted the unsheathed sword that was leaning against the railing.

"The junior brother died in Nanyi City last year, and it was the goddess who forcibly left him in the world from the Styx River with the authority of gods and ghosts. There are many remnants of divine power in the divine capital, and only there can he survive in the world for some time after the goddess leaves. Does Lord Yin understand? ”

Ling Yin knelt there in silence and said nothing.

For these Huangliang people, even if they once said in person that the world should be the world of the world, but in the final analysis, in the bottom of their hearts, they still have an uncontrollable attachment to the ancient Chu goddess.

As long as the name of the Witch Ghost Cult does not die, the belief in gods and ghosts that has lasted on this land for thousands of years will never decay.

The wind from the high heavens upstairs was very cold.

Even though the boss was dressed in an emperor's robe and was in the furnace, he still trembled as if he was in a cold winter.

Han Cicada stood there for a long time holding the sword, looked at the world for a long time, looked back at Ling Yin, who couldn't help trembling, and said calmly: "People and gods are separated, this is the choice you made when you pushed Gu to ascend to the throne, and the matter has come to this, why is it like this?" ”

Ling Yin was silent for a long time before he trembled and said: "The world rejects the blind date of man and god, just for freedom, not really disgusted with such an ancient existence, just as the ancestors in ancient times pious and repeatedly chanted - my god, my mother, my god, my father." When I was a teenager, there was no shortage of people who broke out because of rebellion, but king, what teenager would really break with his parents? ”

Han Cicada looked at Ling Yin quietly for a long time, then sighed, and said slowly: "Maybe what the adults said is true, but as a Huai'an person-just like the words that the Nanchu witch scolded in the witch and ghost river at the beginning, Huai'an is Rong Di who betrays God." Lone doesn't understand the emotions that adults are talking about. ”

Ling Yin was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "If the goddess is really dead, Huang Liang's current situation will be like an abandoned child, and he will need to pay an extremely painful price to calm down those wars. ”

Han Cicada smiled slightly and said, "If the adult bluntly said that Huang Liang is like an orphan from the beginning, why would he hesitate? ”

Ling Yin was stunned for a moment, looked up at the emperor standing by the railing, and seemed to think of an extremely shocking possibility from such a sentence.

"Since it is difficult for sorghum to support alone......"

The cicada whispered.

"Then let's return the government to the wind."

"No!"

When the emperor's words fell, the words of the old man also sounded almost at the same time, and even fell into the windward tower before the words of the cicada.

Ling Yin, who was originally trembling and seemed to be dying, suddenly palpitated at this moment.

Han Cicada turned around, looked at Ling Yin calmly, and said, "Why not?" ”

Lord Yin, who was shocked, looked silently at the white imperial robe that fell to the ground, the fire in the furnace was shaking, and many ashes were blown out by the wind and fell on the imperial robe, so it looked like an abandoned old robe.

Why not?

The chilling question still resounded in Yin's heart.

It's just that maybe the old man can't say why.

After a long time, the boss looked at the cold cicada with a complicated expression, and said softly: "The king is serious? ”

The chilling cicada said lightly: "Otherwise, am I joking?" ”

Ling Yin was silent for a long time, didn't say anything, bowed down again, and bowed his head in the tall building.

"Your Majesty, please resign."

Han Cicada looked at Ling Yin quietly for a long time, turned around, and said softly: "Naturally, it's just that before the adults resign, they still need to do one thing for Gu." ”

The old man knelt there for a long time, and said in a mournful voice, "Why should the king put his old minister to death? ”

This Lord Ling Yin naturally knew what Han Cicada needed him to do.

Just like the Kyoto Rebellion, the decree was drafted and announced to the world.

Han Cicada just said calmly: "Lonely is a coarse martial artist, not good at literature, Da Chu comes to the world again, and he always needs some decent ending, if the adults don't do it, how can Huang Liang be embarrassed?" ”

Ling Yin just knelt on top of the windward tower for a long time and didn't say anything.

After a long time, the boss raised his head again and said with a resolute expression: "Minister, please die." ”

This Liuyun Sword Cultivator silently looked at Lord Ling Yin for a long time, and then suddenly sighed, turned his head, and looked at the front of such a palace of the King of Chu.

My thoughts seem to have returned to the long steps of the wind and snow at the time of the Taiyi Spring Festival.

"Yan Li is indeed not wrong, lonely and lonely."

This Liuyun Sword Cultivator, who was not wearing an emperor's robe, closed his eyes, waved his hand, and said lightly.

"Go ahead, sir."

The sound of old and slow footsteps on the tall building slowly faded away, and then suddenly stopped.

A large bird with yellow sorghum flew through the sky.

The cicada silently looked at a certain big red flower blooming on the ground.

This may indeed have made the emperor a little moved.

But maybe more, it just reminded this emperor of the late summer in the Liuyun Mountain Range, some of the splendid mountain flowers that grew among those cliffs.

Han Cicada looked at it for a long time, and finally slowly withdrew his gaze, looked outside the fake capital, and looked at the Shendu that had been pulled up in the wind and snow, but slowly fell silent.

In that land of divine light, there was an ugly-looking Taoist waiting for the sword of the cicada.

The cicada looked at it for a long time, and then looked at the sky again.

The sky has long been quiet, and the soft sword wind that once sprinkled on the world has long since gradually subsided.

Of course, the goddess is not dead.

It's just that Han Chan, as a native of Huai'an, can only say so.

This Liuyun Sword Cultivator, who had drunk Huai'an's wine in the Windward Tower for a long time, silently clenched the sword in his hand, and there seemed to be a green fire on the sword, and said softly: "Are you ready, Senior Brother March?" ”

......

Liu March is slowly passing through those lakes of divine power.

He could clearly feel that in the Divine Sea, the divine power left by such a goddess was slowly receding.

The Japanese side is watching, and the material side is alive and dead.

Perhaps it is.

The Northern Dao people, who had been strong for a short time, declined extremely quickly after the night moon cleared that day.

Just like when the scorching sun is in the sky, it is already dying.

The Taoist walked high and low on the road by the lake, and at the moment when the divine power began to decline, the Taoist left the fake capital, went out of the city, and came to this divine capital that was cast by the goddess at the time of the Taiyi Spring Festival, pulling the Styx.

Those gods and ghosts still stayed quietly on the extremely large divine pillars in those divine capitals like the embers of the long night.

Even after the disappearance of the goddess, there were still many believers in this sacred capital, silently praying there.

There are old people, and there are young people.

Old people don't necessarily come because of pain, and young people don't necessarily come because of love pain.

When all the stories of self-powerlessness continue in life for a long time.

Bow to the gods, and it will become an indelible gesture for a long time.

Liu March stood there quietly, looking over the mist of divine power, quietly looking at the people who were pious and respectful.

This Taoist actually wanted to tell them.

The goddess is dying, and she will not return.

It's just that when the words reached his throat, he swallowed them again.

The Taoist remembered the sword cultivator who planted flowers he met by Yunmengze.

I also remembered many things that I had argued with the goddess.

Does the world really not know that the mercy of a goddess is an extremely extravagant, almost impossible thing?

They know.

But the world still has something to desire.

It's like .....

Liu March silently lowered her head, thinking about such a story of the spring of one thousand and three years.

Just like a certain girl named Li Qinghua, she really doesn't know, is it true that such a white-clothed sword cultivator will not come back?

This Taoist suddenly shed a few tears.

Life is in bloom, of course.

But sometimes it doesn't necessarily come out of the stem, it also comes from the wounds that are knotted.

It blooms with a very twisted flower.

O life, ah, life.

Liu Yue raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and looked up at the heavenly dome outside of her divine power quietly.

All that has been before, nothing can be repeated.

Life, life.

Liu March slowly walked towards the depths of this divine capital.

Crossing the great lake, passing through the divine light, just like the story of a drizzly spring day, the Taoist climbed the high cliff.

Until it is covered in mud, as Liu March said at the beginning, the world will be more aware of what they want and want in the mud.

So they earnestly demanded it.

Liu March climbed up to the cliff of the divine capital with some exhaustion.

The woman in the black dress with the umbrella was gone, and a well-looking scholar in white was gone.

The cliff was covered with human dust, fallen leaves, and many withered flowers.

Liu Yue stood on it and looked around, as if she was looking for something, as if she was just resting.

What about Liu March, who was found by Yao Ji from the years and turned into her devout believer?

Liu March didn't find him, so the Taoist sat down on the edge of the cliff with great regret.

In fact, Taoists may not want to ask what made the self a quarter of an hour ago so devout to the goddess.

It's just that when he looked up at this world, he suddenly fell silent.

Willow March, Willow March.

Do you really not have a nostalgia for this world?

The answer, of course, is no.

If you really don't have nostalgia, why did you accept the mercy of the goddess from the River Styx, and rely on the world for a long time with such a broken and twisted body?

Liu Yue sat there silently for a long time, and seemed to hear some noises coming from behind him.

The Taoist turned around, but he was stunned.

It was none other than those standing behind him.

It's himself.

The Taoist, who seemed to have plucked the mud off his shoes, was looking at him with a look of pity and disdain—that gaze was familiar, and Liu Yueyue had looked at himself a quarter of an hour ago, kneeling in front of the goddess.

Liu March was silent for a long time, and silently lowered her head, only to find that her shoes were clean.

And the knees are full of dust and mud.

Instead, the Taoist laughed, looked up at the sky, and laughed softly.

"Now, I'm your believer, Lady Priestess."

From the nostalgia for life, the longing for the Styx story to happen again.

Which one is the real self?

Liu March is actually not clear.

The two Liu March may be looking at the sky together, or they may be looking at the fake capital together, waiting for a certain sword cultivator in the fake capital to come and ignite the sword of the divine sea.